He was wet and cold, he could feel the rain drizzling on his fur, slowly he opened his green eyes. He could feel the asphalt under his body, his head was pounding. He could hear the sound of police and ambulance sirens, in the distance he could hear people gasping in horror at the site that was. He got to his knees, everything was blurry, his glasses must of been knocked off. Luckily, they weren't too far away. He could see them from where he was.

He got up but his legs gave out. He hit the ground, using his front paws to break his fall, he was forced to crawl to his glasses. Picking them up, he put them on his face, the lens was cracked on one side, the other was missing a big chunk of lens. He did his best to look around. He saw a semi-truck, and his moped, slowly everything started to click together again.

He had picked up Sherman from school, the light turned green, he went forward...the last thing he heard was the honk of the Semi...Sherman! His parental instincts kicking in, he forced himself to his feet. The rain was coming down harder, soaking his dirty white fur even more.

"S-Sherman!" He cried out loudly, trying to be louder than the rain, but his voice was faltering, where was his boy!? he couldn't of been thrown far from the moped. He walked, or limped, towards the moped, he felt dread build up into his stomach and heart when he neared the vehicle, the side car was missing. The semi tore it off.

"Sherman!" He cried out again and looked around more frantically, his heart beat against his chest at a high speed. He stopped dead when he saw it, a crowd, it had formed around something.

'No..'

He walked forward, towards the crowd, towards the murmuring, towards everything.

'No...No...'

He pushed passed the people, moving them out of his way, his heart beating so hard, he swore it was going to burst out of his chest at any moment. He was getting closer to what they were all looking at, he could also smell blood, the disgusting scent of blood.

'No!'

He made it to what they were looking at, everything started to move in slow motion for the dog.

There was Sherman, laying down in the grass, unmoving, blood trickling from a gash on the side of his head. The blood had seeped into the boy's fiery hair and even stained some of the green grass red. His boy was laying on his side, glasses broken but still attached to his face. His mouth was open a bit but nothing came out of his mouth, no shaky breaths, no gasps, not even a moan, his son was still.

No.

His son was dead.

"Sh...She..." Mr. Peabody tried to yell his son's name but his mind couldn't form the simple word he had said for seven years.

Peabody slowly started to walk forward, his whole body and mind numb, before he knew it, he was on all fours, petting Sherman's blood soaked hair with his paws.

Finally, his mind snapped back.

"Sherman...wake up...wake up...WAKE UP!" He screamed and he head his son close to his chest, sobs racking his body as he rocked back and forth, his now dead son in his arms. He would never see him smile, never see or hear him laugh, he wouldn't have a son, his family, gone.

"WAKE UP!" He cried, tears streaming his face as he tried desperately to get Sherman to wake up. How could this happen!? How could he let this happen!? WHY DID SHERMAN HAVE TO DIE!?

"Please...Sherman..."

Peabody cried, he cried holding on to his dead son...It just wasn't fair...

WOOOO AM I GONNA GET ATTACKED BY YOU GUYS TONIGHT! did I destroy your feels or what? I think I did.

Edit: I fixed a small typo